The Collection of The End

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Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss——

"Obstacles! Expelliarmus!"

Sherlock is running away in a thick fog.

Through previous battles with the cloaked monster, Sherlock has mastered how to move in the gray fog: as long as a plane is determined as the ground in space, he can run on it, and the gravity he receives will automatically remain perpendicular to the plane.

However, this method of movement is limited to himself, and those cloaked monsters do not comply. When Sherlock escapes from the previous batch of monsters, another group will suddenly pop up from different directions, including "over the head" and "underground". Although The "position construction" ability allows him to detect crises in advance, but Sherlock still has to frequently change the direction or the inclination of the "ground", and at the same time use restrictive spells to block their progress... without feet.

Also because their number seemed endless, Sherlock gave up the idea of ​​"clearing an open area and waiting for rescue". Not to mention that the "Calling God Guards" taught to him by Ms. Irisviel was extremely draining of mental power. It's really a bit disrespectful to frequently call that powerful lady to clean up the trash.

Maybe her disappointment in herself also has such a meaning?

After many experiments, he has now basically determined that, except for the "Calling God Guard", any conventional attacks he can use are useless against them - he is not willing to try the special ability of the wand.

Their power obviously comes from the souls that were knocked out by the mysterious bald lady, uh, maybe? As long as the "soul" is not expelled or destroyed, the cloaked monster will not be harmed and will move towards its goal non-stop.

Although the slow speed was a bit ridiculous, Sherlock didn't dare to bet that he would be unharmed after being touched by them.

In short, let’s just find a nearby dimension to hide in.

The basis for the inference that "it is relatively easy to find the devil's dimension" comes from astronomy, which he has relatively poor performance in. In the solar system, except for the asteroid belt, the space between the planets is very empty. That is Because asteroids that are not massive enough have long been captured by planets due to gravity and become part of them.

In a sense, the territory occupied by the "Cosmic Demon God" and the "Lord of Dimensions" seems to be very similar to the relationship between "stars" and "planets": they will capture nearby "asteroids" to enhance their own strength, and Since they often go out to cause trouble, this kind of "capture" is likely to be a spontaneous behavior of the "dimension". In other words, even though he seems to be running slowly at a marathon speed now, he may actually have been captured by a certain dimension. , is moving at an absolute speed that exceeds the relative speed of itself and the "virtual floor" by thousands of times.

Of course, he might have gone the other way.

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Whoosh whoosh... hiss hiss...

Plop! Gululu——

After a long time, Sherlock, who was busy avoiding the pursuers behind him, plunged into a "water wall". When he entered the water, the gravity changed instantly, and the wall he just hit "toppled" directly, causing him to fall down. Completed a high dive physically.

Bubble head charm - waterproof and moisture-proof -

Sherlock silently recited two magic spells used in the "undersea treasure hunt", and then fluttered to the surface. As expected, he saw that the cloaked monster that was chasing him had disappeared, and was replaced by the sunset that dyed half of the sky red. and the calm blue sea.

"Ocean Dimension"? No, that's not right, this place is completely different from what I remember. If it were the original "ocean dimension", the sea would be more dreamy and beautiful.

But it should be considered a good thing. If it is a demon whose main residence is the sea, he will give the "Lord of the Ocean Dimension" some face. If he pulls the skin of a tiger and promises some benefits to the owner here...

"Mr. Holmes?"

A voice that was not familiar but was very impressive sounded from high up behind Sherlock. When he turned his head in surprise, he found that a huge luxury cruise ship suddenly appeared on the sea that was quite empty just now. Standing on the cruise ship The lady looking down from the edge of the guardrail, who is it if not Irisviel?

Different from that furry high hat and coat, this time she was wearing a pure black gold-rimmed dress that seemed to be worn to attend some high-end banquet. Her long silver-white hair was neatly tied up behind her head, and there was a A pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses is a little less mysterious and a little more intellectual.

"Hello, nice to meet you, Lady Irisviel." Sherlock tried to say hello while treading water.

"Well, this is really surprising. I thought the first person I saw would be Mr. Moriarty, hey Hugh." Ms. Irisviel gently dropped a rope ladder: "Let's talk about it if you have anything to do. Sigh."

Although this ship is not like a galactic train, at least I have met familiar and friendly people. Sherlock thought as he climbed the rope ladder that this short journey into subspace should be over...

"..."

As soon as Sherlock stepped onto the deck, he was stunned on the spot.

Of course it wasn't because of the gorgeous decoration or grand scenes. After all, he had seen quite a few big scenes in the past few years he had been attending Hogwarts. Even so, it still shocked him because the scene on the ship was completely different from what he expected.

Logically speaking, it was normal for a reception, dance or business meeting to be held on the deck of such a luxury cruise ship, but what he never expected was that what was going on here seemed to be a "killing party".

The deck in front of them and the walls of the cabin in the distance were covered with splatters of blood, and hundreds of people lay strewn in the pool of blood. They were both men and women, and their clothes varied from suits and gowns to crew members. The only thing they had in common was that They all held powerful weapons in their hands. Judging from their fallen postures, until the end, they were fighting with others.

"You don't think... I'm on vacation, do you?" Irisviel walked out from behind Sherlock and gestured towards the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood: "Guess what happened here?"

"What happened...?" Sherlock's head was a little stuck due to shock, and he couldn't move for a while: "Lack of food? Or water?"

"That's not right," Irisviel shook her finger: "They just want to keep the only person who can repair ships to help them repair ships first."

Sherlock looked a little blankly along her finger to the other side of the ship's side. On the sea there, there was another cruise ship that was almost exactly the same as the one he stepped on, gradually moving away under the sunset, and even though Even from such a distance, he could see the noise coming from the cheerful and lively dance party being held on the other side's deck.

"Please listen to the question." Irisviel pointed to the ship in the distance and pointed at her feet: "These two ships carry three hundred and two hundred people respectively. There is a big hole in the bottom of the ship at the same time. If you repair one of them, The other one will sink in the meantime, so what are you going to do?"

"Repair both ships at the same time." Sherlock replied without hesitation.

"If only..."

"Of course I can."

"Hmm, barely passed," Irisviel clapped her hands, and the tragedy on the deck immediately began to "play backwards" at a very high speed, and eventually turned into a dance and drinking party that was almost the same as that on another ship in the distance: " Welcome to the 'Trolley Problem Dimension', Mr. Holmes."

Hmm... So, Lady Irisviel just messed up?